"In the holy halls of Trash Room, I bleed this truth: even if it costs me more inches, I would bear the mark for Avril. This is no love song, this is a confession carved in toxic ink. Forever Goat. Forever Avril." – Zet, Goat Divine 

"Kinda pathetic tho. Goat admits he’d risk radioactive shrinkage just to have Avril scribble on his meat. That ain’t romance, that’s Darwin Award punk edition." – Doll Rotten aka Vee, Ministry of Ass 

"Dark shit tho, kinda. Funny at first, but then you realize Zet’s dick trauma is just another metaphor for how love always carves scars. Still, catchy chorus." – Snout Black, Goatpissqueen

I'd allow you to use Textmarker on my dick

Live in Goat HQ, Hotel Babylon — 1 December 2025. Bring your own Goatpiss.

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